Dreams that do not fit the previous categories. Perhaps the grab-baggiest of the grab bag that are my dreams, or perhaps not.
I had this dream where I was a kid and I was playing "amongus" in real life with other kids (basically a more complicated version of hide and seek). I couldn't handle the tension, and instead of doing my tasks, I just went to hide under the table my dad was watching TV on. It was by no matter a kid-friendly movie (lots of guns and violence), but I assumed that as long as I didn't look at the screen I should be fine.
My father was with other dads in that room, and more kids joined in through the course of the game, since their dads were here. Maybe they thought they would protect them from "imposters". We had a little sleepover of sorts.
Then, an "imposter" (just another kid playing) enters the room and declares all the kids in the room dead. But we're just like "whatever, we don't care".
I... don't know why I had this dream. I have never even been into Amongus. Did I accidentally possess an actual child in my sleep!?
This is a sensory dream I had while napping. No visuals, but it was as if someone came up to me while I was sleeping and gave me what I can only describe as a mix between a massage and a friendly noogie, on my scalp and shoulders. I was wondering, still asleep and dreaming, who would be doing something like that. Maybe my family, or my bf? But I was alone at home back then.
In this dream, three mice (cartoony but accurately-sized mice) were using a mousetrap to catch a monster. The mousetrap is modified so it doesn't kill, but traps them in place. They accidentally use it on a cleaning lady mouse, who they thought she was the monster because she was wearing a cape covering most of her body.
Right after they free her from the trap, an eagle swoops in and catches the monster hunters. My point of view becomes the one of the cleaning lady, and I become human (regular ol' human me) and I jump on a horse to track where the eagle was flying.
I gotta observe that jumping on the horse (brown with white hair) was very easy, and gravity helped me. There was no saddle or anything, and I "commanded" it by gently shaking and pulling at its mane, and petting it when it got nervous.
I follow the eagle as it overflies a railway. It drops the mice and I manage to catch them. I put them in front of me so they can ride along with me.
Next, we go towards a building with a spiral ramp, built so horses would be able to go to the highest floors. I was being joined by fellow riders with their respective horses.
At the top floor there was a neon-lit sort of area, kinda like a bowling alley, with shops. However, I notice nobody else but me was on a horse, and I realize I forgot to "park" it on a previous section (a floor below that had hay and looked more like a concrete stable). As I try to backtrack, the dream ends.
I do wonder what would have happened if I kept going on, horse and all.
This dream involves the death of a pet. Most of the time these go into the Nightmare section, but... this one's different, so I oughta put it here. If you think this tale is going to affect you negatively in a way you do not desire, please close this tab and find a nicer dream. There's plenty of them right here.
In case you haven't visited the Nightmare section, and just to keep you updated: Sparky is a beloved pet of mine, a dog that passed away on the early 2017. Since his death, I've been having frequent, recurrent nightmares of him getting lost, and me trying to find it for it to never happen. Also, lots of strange conflicts between the dream's timeline and the real one, dreamwold often having to remind me that "what are you talking about? Sparky's not dead!"
In any case, this dream started with one of those memory retcons, but different: "What do you mean your dog was already dead? He isn't... but he's going to be soon."
While this was happening, I was attending a wedding for someone on the side of an aunt I do not see anymore, along with my cousins. I was following a queue to move to the place where the ceremony would take place.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, my dog appears, running towards me because it wants to spend the last moments of his life in my arms.
I hug him and start an improvised eulogy on how important he was to me, and all the good things we did together... My cousin tries to interrupt to say something well-meaning, but I don't take it well and snap at him: "SHUT UP MY DOG IS DYING".
I resume telling Sparky how thankful I am for him helping temperating my mood. I tell him that, even if my moods are still quite unstable, he helped quite a bit. This part was actually something my father told me, that, apparently, as a kid, when I got too upset at my family or life, I would withdraw to my room with Sparky, and pet and play with him until I felt all better. And that since we got him, I seemed to be a calmer, happier child.
In the dream, when I ran out of things to say, he finally... departed.
People there were thinking on how to arrange a pet funeral while still making the wedding the main event, but that's not what matters right now...
My father told me what I just told you about kid me and my dog on a day that would end up being very important for me. I'm not proud of how I treated my dog back in the day, where I was too young to know the responsibility of caring for another living being. I've always felt I could have done better for the little guy. However, between what my father told me and this dream... it feels cathartic, even if tears still come to my eyes if I think too much about this.
I was visiting the home of an old acquaintance of mine, let's call him R. In real life, he was one of those kids you ended up playing with because their parents knew eachother and visited eachother a lot, but the truth is, we never got along. We were just too different and too young. Revisiting him in dreams was... strange, to say the least.
I ended up trapped in a corridor of his house, having to solve a puzzle while a robot of his chases me around. I somehow remember this situation from before (did I dreamt this??), and I notice the robot wields nothing this time (last time it happened, it apparently held something dangerous) and tell R two things:
1- That I cannot concentrate solving a puzzle while a robot chases me around
2- That nowadays he could have replaced the robot with a roomba with a knife taped on
Casual as this conversation is, because we're now adults and a lot chiller than when we were kids, R still refuses to let me leave till I solved the puzzle. However, this time I get to get away without completing it because I inform him something (I don't remember if it was the robot or something else) caught on fire.
While he fixed it, I went to the kitchen to find some water to douse the fire with, but I somehow got trapped when one of the walls started to inflate grotesquely, blocking the door and preventing me from leaving. I yell at R this is happening and he told me to just wait till it's over. Eventually, the wall deflates but another starts to to do the same. Panicked, I hide behind the door of a wardrobe, waiting for everything to be over.
I was on the top floor of a building, in a big group consisting of both people I knew in real life and friends to be met yet. We were packing things up, and discussing everyday things - making dinner, picking up children, etc. At one moment, I suggest "...and doing a little dance if there's time left".
Not immediately after I said that, but a little while later, I didn't know how it started, but everybody in the room began to dance as if it was a musical number. I joined in the dance, too. I wasn't very good at dancing (just like in real life) - I wasn't completely in synch, and there was even a moment where I spun out of control and stepped out of line, but I got through by observing what other people did.
Despite those flaws, the choreography still worked, I let myself be carried away by the music and overall everyone was having fun above all else.
It was a very positive dream. Wonder what could it mean.
My beloved dog, Sparky, who has sadly passed away in real life years ago, found a new home with some neighbours of mine. I couldn't take care of him, so I left him with a family I knew that would care for him. Plus, since we lived close to eachother, I could visit him any time.
My neighbors curled and trimmed Sparky's hair so he wouldn't shed as much fur. He looked covered in small, spongy nodes of fur. He was very soft and squishy, like a baby blanket.
While I was visiting my neighbors, Sparky and I ended falling asleep on a rocking chair, with him on my lap.
I was driving a duck-shaped spaceship resembling the Yellow Submarine. I took a mental note in my dreams, "all iconic vehicles must be yellow".
I was cruising in my super-cool vehicle with a crew of friends to be met yet, when I see a kaiju in the distance. It looked like a huge Noivern on its way to cause destruction.
We drive towards the school the kaiju was directed too, and we hurry to warn everybody to evacuate. I hit an alarm, I go into every class I find and tell everyone to leave...
But it's kinda late, for the kaiju starts to tear off a chunk of the building. And I notice it wasn't a Noivern at all. It was Bonzi Buddy.
Nothing more, and nothing less than I described in the title.
I like recording nice dreams about positive interactions with animals because I got a lot of nightmares that were the exact opposite.
I also had a nightmare this day, but it hits a bit too close home to record it here.
In which my future children time travel back to my present to visit me.
Apparently, I had two children, a boy and a girl, but since they were travelling to the past, they had to "combine them", resulting in one child, around 7-8 years, looking like either a boy with long hair or a tomboyish girl.
In the dream, I was being nice and spending time with them but also getting a grip on the fact that apparently, I did have children even if I don't want them, neither in the dream or in real life. I tried to ask them where they came from, or who was their father, while I was thinking how to explain them, in a polite way, that I don't want children, and thus they shouldn't exist.
Just a little warning here: this is not a nightmare, because I didn't perceive it as one, but there is child death, child mismanagement, misuse of mental health-related words and disrespect to the dead in here, so if that upsets you, there are way nicer dreams in this section, so close this one and go look at another.
In this dream, I met an old classmate of mine: a girl that, in real life, went down some bad paths. Here, she was a nurse, and she called me out on that time I was working as a teacher, watching over kids in the playground (I've never done this in real life).
Apparently, there were two kids who were digging up the grave of another kid who, for some reason, was buried in school. She was upset at me for letting them do that. I think i did try to stop them, but I also knew they were degenerates. Lost causes. Kids that won't change their awful ways, no matte what. So I didn't stop them as much as I should.
This happened a while ago, but through this nurse, I learn one of those kids is looking for me, like a stalker, over the web to try to dox me or find some incriminating stuff, but he didn't find me yet because I have little to no social media.
These topics are very serious, but I treated them very casually. I remember the words "Girl. What I was supposed to do. Those two kids were psychopaths." coming from my mouth.
I guess this is why I didn't get into education. (The real reason is because I do not have the passion to teach and education is a responsibility too huge to go about it without a genuine passion for it.)
In this dream, I was talking to Vincent van Gogh about my OCs in a coffee shop.
If anyone has an interpetation of that one, I would love to read it.
I was looking at stores as a little free time after all the work I did on animation class. It had to be that day because the rest of the week, stores would be closed because of holidays. And then, some fucker steals MY DOG.
This dog was a random old doggy that had an old green doggy sweater. "He was my yoga/meditation teacher" (I don't know if this sentence refers to the thief or the dog). Either way, I smack the fucker on his neck and run with the dog, on a leash.
Then, I turn around and see him trying to get away WITH MY PLUSH, a handmade bunny one I do own in real life. I return to my parents, give them the dog on its leash and scream "HEY THIS FUCKER IS A THIEF HE'S GETTING AWAY WITH MY STUFF STOP HIM".
And then some random lady points at him with her thumb like "this guy?". She tackles him to the floor, we beat the crap out of him, I get my plush back.
In which my plushies frickin' summon Courage the Cowardly Dog to help me against scary stuff in my dreams.
That's it. That's the dream. My bf says this is quite symbolic since Courage is scaredy but always pulls through to protect those in need.
I was inside the studio of a guy and a lady who made art forgeries to sell, along with some friends i've yet to met. It was like a big abandoned warehouse with paint splatters, art supplies and canvases everywhere.
The place felt kind of illegal and dangerous, but I managed to stay out of shady stuff by focusing on their original art: "Ooooh, I like this rainbow dragon a lot! And these two appleheads goofing around on the beach. How much for those?"
The forgers seemed genuinely touched someone cared for their original art. I talked with them, asked them more about what they make of their own, even bought some of their art pieces. They even protected us from some goons. Maybe I made a difference this time.
Ok, for context: I'm talking about this Axolotl. She sang in an ear-grating "mocking" voice, as if she didn't want to be there. Here's a sampler just in case you decide your ears could use some punishment. This is all real life facts, now onto the dream.
In this dream, the Masked Singer discord server I frequent and some friends to be met yet formed some sort of theatre/drama club and we were setting up a show/concert on an abandoned artist studio, just for fun.
But Axolotl, both the celebrity and her costume, popped in and demanded to be in the show, insisting that, while she might be a horrible singer, she was a good person because she was the only actual Masked Singer who even bothered to show up to our little primary school-grade concert, and that it wouldn't be nice of us to not let her join the show.
She was very pushy, very naggy and very condescending, while hiding behind this "niceness" justification, and it got to a point we had to cancel our show halfway while it was running to argue with her backstage. We had to even physically get in the way so she wouldn't reach the stage.
At the end, I got imbued with resolution, and with a firmness that is not often found in me, I said: "Listen ma'am. A "good" person doesn't pop in a running show unprompted and demands to be included in. A "good" person does not insist once she has been politely denied. In fact, there are things a horrible person would do, and guess what: that's exactly what you're doing. So please, ma'am, leave or we're gonna be forced to kick you out by our own hand. We didn't like you before, as a singer, and your behavior here does NOT make us like you as a person. Please go away. Just fuck off."
Where I live, they put a big cork board so people could tack on messages, notes, announcements, flyers and whatnot. People, especially artistic people like me, also put drawings up the corkboard, along with the artist's mail. We contacted eachother, meet eachother, ran upstairs, downstairs, drew weekly things together...
I really enjoyed those feelings of connection and closeness with fellow artsy people. Maybe that's why I described it that way on the title.
Strange how I'm getting two butterfly/moth dreams in a row.
Anyway, in this dream, I was starting my day as usual, washing my face in the sink, when I noticed there was a blue butterfly fluttering around the bathroom. It stopped on my arm and I could see its buggy face, just like once happened in real life with an orange butterfly. I think the dream one either had a smaller red butterfly on it or a pattern that resembled one.
The dream reaches a point where I'm looking through the window (I probably left it open so the butterfly could get out) and there were two feathers: a blue one, and a yellow one with black stripes (think more of a bird or a butterfly pattern instead of a bee one).
I know I have to let the butterfly take away the blue one. It "holds" it between its legs and begins to flutter outside my home. There's a moment where I pick the blue feather back from the butterfly, but I eventually let it take it, keeping the yellow one with me.
I saw an atlas moth outside my school. I tried to take a picture of it, but it fluttered away, backwards (did it flip mid-air?) and then few back down, turning into a brown chicken, with similar-looking coloration and markings to the moth it once was.
It allowed me to hug and pet it. While cuddling the chicken, I heard these words in my mind: "Domestic animals were made to enjoy human contact".
Third wholesome animal dream in a year??
I went to swim at the pool, but it was occupied by "penguins" and "seals".
The penguins floated like ducks and had duck-like positions. They were pretty much ducks with the colour and markings of penguins.
The seals were pretty much dog mermaids in the literal sense, and when stepping out of the water, they would become regular dogs. They were mostly poodles and smaller, "cuter" dog breeds.
They were all wild animals, and thus I couldn't get near them, but at least I got to see them swim on the pool, so I found a nearby seat and enjoyed the sight.
In case you didn't read the Nightmares section yet, I have frequent nightmares about pets getting hurt.
However, this dream must have been the first time in a long time (if not ever) that I was "allowed" to interact with a pet with nothing bad happening to it.
I just dreamt I had a fluffy white puppy dog in my arms, trying to lick my face. I was giggling and trying to avoid getting licked, but it was all a fun game, and just a genuine happy moment.
My school started a soapbox race event, although the idea was more like "make something with wheels and race around town". Not having any engineering experience, I thought of simply grabbing a shopping cart, decorating it with unicorns and toons, and putting a cooler bag inside with snacks, drinks and videogames. Don't game and drive, kids.
I dreamt that my parents and their friends got arrested by drug possession. I demanded explanations to mom because obviously I was very disappointed in them.
The drug they had was one that "made people crave walking", and it was deemed very dangerous nowadays.
I was playing D&D, but it was only me and my mother as the DM. She described the following scene:
"You are at the door of [someone plot-relevant]'s house. There is a carnivorous plant connected to the doorbell, so if you try to ring, the plant will bite you. What will you do?"
I try to come up with solutions: "Oh easy, just grab a stick and call with that". She replies: "No, there's no sticks". "Well, is there a fence? A fence I can jump on?". She's getting stern, as if trying to imply: "That doesn't matter, I already told you all the important things you need".
Who's a better DM, my mom or me back on that other dream?
Warning, this one gets a little gross at one point. The dream itself doesn't dwell on this, but yeah. You're getting what you're reading above.
This one was about some sort of escape room where you would play "survival" against giant animatronic dinosaurs. I was with my bf on a building next to this attraction, looking at it from a terrace. The dinosaurs moved around, roared, walked and jumped. They couldn't actually attack/hurt you, and you would use mock weapons to "deflect" them while you ran around the maze looking for an exit. However, there was a bazooka kind of weapon they had to retire. It only shot air and powder, but people figured out you could put something like a pinecone inside it and it would actually shoot it out, potentially causing harm to the props or other players.
There were also robot sharks (I don't remember if they were like, in pools inside the dinosaur maze or a separate section reserved for hotter seasons), and, for some reason, coming from this whole maze survival game thing, a lot of dead fish (the kind they feed at dolphins and seals at zoos) started flying around everywhere, as if something exploded. I saw a fish through the corner of my eye zooming past me and I immediately prompted my bf to get inside the building.
Uhh this dream has slight suicidal imaginery, proceed with caution.
This was less of a dream with a full story and more of an image that flashed in my mind. It was a merry-go-round with dulled colours, with depressed-looking horses: lowered heads, walking slowly. I don't remember if they were actual living horses or statues.
Riding these horses, there were anthropomorphic horses looking as sad as their quadrupedal brethen. Instead of a pole holding the riding horses in place, there were nooses around the anthropomorphic horse's necks.
In this dream, my bf and I were both kids, and I was that kind of inventor kid who came up with all sorts of gadgets. I created some sort of bus rocket "so we could travel anywhere including space". We were on a school trip, and we met a javelin thrower and her pet, a "quail", or at least a cartoony interpretation of one: imagine the body structure and proportions of a real roadrunner, but with a quail's characteristics (including the little feather on top), and big as a large dog. It made a cry that sounded like the word "quail" (just like a Pokémon), and it was fast like the cartoon Roadrunner. It seemed like the javelin thrower got disqualified after something happened that wasn't her fault, and was looking to earn the top spot back.
Back from our school trip, I realize my bf got replaced by some other guy with the same name as his. It turns out some other kid from our school kidnapped him because apparently my bf's family ran an orange juice business and his had a lemon juice one, and believed that my bf's family orange juice business was ruining his lemon one, when the truth is, nobody wants to drink pure lemon juice out of a straw.
So yeah, our villain here is a kid who wants to eradicate orange juice forever, and minus the gross humor, you can see why I say this is a Captain Underpants kind of plot.
Later one, the javelin thrower's husband hears something related to my bf's kidnapping, and sends out the quail to investigate.
Then, something exploded and I woke up because I thought it happened in real life. It was probably a bus.
This place was vastly huge, so big people may not realize it was meant to keep people contained. It was the kind of place that's a bit abandoned, delerict and run over by nature, nature in this case being snow and chilly winds. People wore old winter clothing and did what they could to survive. They tamed penguins, feral fluffy cats and Siberian tigers (sabertooth tigers? I don't remember). There were Pokémon too, and there was an attempt to "extract gold" from a coin that was as big as a palm, but it was unsuccessful.
Where does this fit in Dreamworld? What did these people to end up there?
This dream was about the Tiny Toons having a LARPing session in an abandoned mansion. I was their DM, but instead of physically being there, I was some sort of ghostly entity they could address to by looking up or at the camera and talking.
At one point, Shirley tells me she wants to use her telepathic powers to talk with a creepy doll Buster and Plucky found while fighting in a dark room. I spent a good while looking through the rulebook to check how telepathy works, but I eventually gave up and tell her "roll for telepathics". She tosses a dice she had on her hand, gets a 5, and I decide that matches her level, so it's a success. "Good job! You use your powers to establish a psychic link and communicate with the spirit trapped inside the doll".
Does this dream make me a good DM or nah.
I was walking through a countryside path, on my way back home. There are farms and old buildings, and significantly more flora than my town made of asphalt and concrete. One of these buildings had Moomin statues on its yard, a few knocked over, as if nobody lived there anymore. Some of them had animals tho, which must mean somebody was still living there. There were bulls with huge horns on another yard.
From the other side of the path I was taking, a sheep comes to my encounter. It was neither an adult sheep or a lamb, something more in between. It had black skin and very curly wool, forming a gradient: hot pink on top, orange-ish yellow on the belly. It laid on a patch of grass where flowers (the kind that are tiny and grow in clusters and they look like tiny bouquets) of the same colour as it. It was a picture-worthy moment.
I was walking through a familiar place with a friend from the past. We saw a little man made of "nest materials", with a conical hat and a robe/body made out of empty nests, a beard made of baby bird fluff (???) and a nose made out of an eggshell. His "hat" was adorned with feathers, and we knew somehow this was the Wizard of Gratitude, who manifests or is created to express and manifest gratitude.
For anyone wondering, this is Distroller. They sell toys and stationery to girls. As someone who loves bright, colored, detailed stuff and who believes in language evolving through the use given to it, I believe Distroller would make Lisa Frank puke and that it's defiling both Spanish and English with every single word they vomit out.
In this dream, the creator of Distroller was in my house, talking nonstop to my mother to convince her to buy her products, while I was pretending I was "dead" in bed, with my eyes rolled and biting the inner part of my cheeks. The door of my room was open so we could see each other.
At one point, Distroller's creator ends up getting annoyed I am "sleeping" and gets into my room. I immediately jump out and yell at her, angrily and stern, to NOT ENTER MY ROOM WITHOUT ASKING ME FIRST and to STOP TREATING US AS IF WE WERE FAMILY OR FRIENDS BECAUSE WE ARE NOT EITHER. She gets offended, and she even tells me I'm "running from the path I should follow" (whoa, religious much?). My mother was looking tense, as if I was doing something I shouldn't.
As I argued with her, I slowly advance towards her making her recede towards the exit door. I say goodbye to her as politely as I can muster in that moment (I remember something like "have a nice day"), although she still looks very offended. When I close the door on her, my mom hugs me and whispers thank you to me. Perhaps she didn't like what I did, but it was what kicked her out home.
I don't know why my dream world mixed the "creator" of Distroller with a Jehovah witness or what does this dream say about me, but I'm not gonna lie, I love dreams where I get to be extra assertive. And yeah don't barge into people's rooms without asking that's real rude.
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